a depth and a shadow, cracks and the color berry, the color honey
your nose whistling as you sleep, whistling in the car when my cd player scrapes
I have that sequence in my head, ebbs in circles
the thought of you and you and you is so stuck and looped
and all of these dreams have absorbed an inch into my skin
you're the melting layer on me of the first snow in november
you make me angry and you last forever
I want to move out of western new york, I've been looking someplace east
I want to rip my clothes off and feel it
until green sprouts sing a blazing choral audition
trying out to be what you never where, a pipe dream for in dependancy
I'm laying on some faraway wood floor on the fourth story
letting my neck fall in circles over a tune that used to hurt me.